Indian Summer
Morning glories curled against the flaking white paint of a picket fence could not be more perfectly colored
Riding along the ocean in a bikini the golden California sun peers down on me, unforgettable.
Past estuaries and abandoned lots neighbors sun themselves in tortilla chips and guacamole sitting like children in inflatable, plastic pools they’ve constructed the day before.
Riding along the ocean in a bikini the golden California sun peers down on me, unforgettable.
Past estuaries and abandoned lots neighbors sun themselves in tortilla chips and guacamole sitting like children in inflatable, plastic pools they’ve constructed the day before.